Good old American murder

Chapter 3: Fated Meetings

Basil tried to resist the urge to go to the clearing again, it was getting dark and the rain didn't seem like it was going to stop anytime soon. He grabbed his keys to the dorm and went out. If he ran he could get to the clearing and back here before curfew. That was another thing that made Devereux so unique. The curfew was only enforced on the lowerclassmen, upperclassmen could wander around after dark. ( something he-no all of them would take advantage of even before becoming upperclassmen.)

He ran out of the dorm and into the field. He really didn't mind the rain at all and actually quite enjoyed it. After about 20 minutes he got to the clearing.

It looked beautiful. Nothing like it did in the afternoon. The lake had changed its crystalline reflection was painted a dark blue.

He approached the lake book in hand. He hadn't bothered to look at the title, it didn't matter. He failed to notice a shadow in the darkness. He walked closer to the lake, wanting to see it more closely.

He fell, the book falling out of his hand. He quickly stood up, now knee-deep in the lake. Someone touched his cheek. Startled Basil turned around. It was a boy that looked to be around Basel's age. Words couldn't describe him, in fact, they were lacking. Saying every word that means beautiful in every language that once grazed the tongue of man couldn't be enough. His beauty was one that could rival Antinous. Oh, how jealous would Aphrodite be of him. Which god might have snatched him away. Which scheming goddess might've cursed or blessed him. Not that those two were any different.

And oh how many might have worshipped him. Worshipping him on the altar of his beauty. How the darkness seemed to hug him, caress him. Giving him pecks and kisses. As if it was infatuated with him. As later Basel would learn that dark vicious things loved dark vicious things.

And the night was vicious, for centuries it brung a bad omen, making men lose their way. Stealing the light from the sun that once shone so brightly. Night meant certain perils for the travelers that crossed continents, their feet making mountains and rivers. It meant that the warmth of the day would leave, in its place a chilling cold. Night marked death, that one thing was indisputable.

"Are you alright?" The way he spoke was quite pleasing to the ear. His lips waltzed from one word to another. He made a conversation seem symphonic.

" Yes, thanks,"

" Were you watching me?" The boy eyed him up and down. Showing no trace of emotion.

" Excuse me,"

" What are you doing out here in the rain, it's dark out almost no one comes out to these parts."

" I wanted to see the rain. I was here earlier and I thought it would've looked pretty in the dark. Is that answer fucking good enough for you?"

" It actually is. Forgive me but I didn't think anyone was stupid enough to come down during a storm."

" There's a storm coming? I didn't hear about that."

" That might be because we don't hear the news up here. The only thing you can do is trust the dean's word." For a second there was a flicker in his eyes. Like he expected Basil to react some way.

" Would you trust her?" Basil asked. Something in him too, hoping that the boy would answer a certain way.

" What do you think? I'm also very tired of being interrogated over here."

" I'm not interrogating you I'm just conversing with you, two different things dumbass."

" Last time I checked both sides had to participate in the conversation."